Southern Comfort (9781622863747) Page 2

  Katrina kissed Saura’s flat stomach. She put her hands on each side of Saura’s side. Katrina sat on the edge of the chair as she pulled Saura’s panties down. She didn’t want to waste any time; after all they didn’t have much time left together. Katrina stood up. Katrina unsnapped Saura’s bra as they walked to their king-sized bed.

  Saura crawled to the top of their bed allowing Katrina to admire her ass as she moved. Katrina didn’t give her time to turn over. She jumped on the bed grabbing Saura from behind. Her tongue fiercely entered Saura from behind as Saura held on to the headboard.

  Katrina didn’t want to be soft; she sucked Saura’s clit while her index and middle finger found her G-spot instantly. Katrina’s fingers aggressively attacked Saura’s spot causing a rush of her sweetness to cover her fingers and trickle out of her. Katrina licked all of her woman’s sweetness sucking Saura’s lady lips before focusing back on her swollen clit.

  Saura let out moans of pleasure as her body tensed from the hurting Katrina was putting on her. She knew one thing: Katrina knew her body better than she did. Katrina knew every spot to hit to send her body into an erotic frenzy. Katrina was the first to not only make love to her body, but to her spirit.

  Katrina wanted to please Saura more than ever. Maybe if she made her remember all that she had here she wouldn’t leave. She knew it was incredibly selfish but she didn’t care. Saura’s body began to shake. She hit the headboard over and over in an attempt to tap out from the hurting Katrina was putting on her. Erotic whimpers of pure pleasure echoed through the room. Saura’s body didn’t belong to her anymore; it was Katrina’s and Katrina knew it. Katrina refused to stop; she wanted Saura to remember this moment and every moment they had ever had together. Saura was the first woman Katrina had ever truly given her heart and Katrina wasn’t going to let go easily. Katrina knew in her mind she couldn’t lose her girl, and she had three days to convince her that Saura belonged in Memphis with her.

  Saura couldn’t take any more. Her body went limp, falling down on their comfortable memory foam mattress. She balled up in her spot as Katrina wrapped her arm around her, slowly rubbing the goose bumps that covered Saura’s arm. Katrina kissed the nape of Saura’s neck.

  “We can make this work, Saura. If any couple could make this work I know it’s us,” Katrina whispered.

  Saura didn’t respond; she put her hand on Katrina’s hand. For the first time since finding out the news Saura actually believed there was a possibility it could work. They both fell asleep with thoughts of the future on their minds.

  Teri watched as Porsha sang along to a song on the radio. Teri couldn’t wait to drop her off as her attempts to hit the high notes were about to work her last nerve. She knew the end was near for Porsha. Teri met her two months ago at a gas station; she spotted the short, thick girl as she was walking toward the store from the bus stop. Shaped like an hourglass with super thick thighs and a flat stomach, Teri knew she was going to try to pull her the moment she noticed the rainbow keychain hanging from her plastic purse.

  Teri walked into the store to see the girl mixing a bunch of different slush flavors together in a giant Styrofoam cup. Teri was glad she had her short, spiked haircut lined the day before, as it was lying perfectly to her head. She waited until she saw Porsha walking to the line. Teri jumped in line, grabbing a bag of candy.

  “Ring mine up and whatever she is having,” Teri said as she handed her American Express to the cashier. Teri walked out without looking back. She pushed the keyless entry to her Mercedes and waited for a moment.

  “Excuse me,” a voice called out.

  Teri placed her shades on her head and turned around.

  “You told the lady in there to pay for my stuff?” Porsha questioned.

  “Yeah, enjoy.” Teri opened her car door.

  Porsha rushed up to the door, grabbing it before she closed it. “But why you do that?” Porsha dropped her head to the side.

  “Because I like treating beautiful women when I see them.”

  Just like that Porsha was putty in Teri’s hands. She spent the next two months sexing Porsha at her every whim. She didn’t have to spend money; Porsha was just happy to spend time in Teri’s beautiful house. She always seemed astonished when Teri showed her anything new. Teri introduced her to Olive Garden, Bahamas Breeze, and local Memphis spots. By the time Teri took her to Rafferty’s, Porsha was ready to marry her.

  Teri pulled into the daycare center that Porsha worked at. Porsha turned her body toward Teri, flashing a huge smile as she tossed all twenty-eight inches of store-bought hair to the side. Teri tried to focus on her face, even though she loved looking at the double Ds Porsha had. Even though she knew she was going to be ending it, she was going to hate giving up those breasts.

  “Last night was amazing, as usual.” Porsha smiled as she leaned in kissing Teri on her cheek.

  “It was,” Teri said as she rubbed her fingers against Porsha’s nipple that was protruding through her thin, tight shirt.

  Porsha purred; she shifted her body in the leather seat. “You better stop ’for I’m late to work.” Porsha pushed her body closer allowing Teri to get a better feel.

  “You better stop before you don’t make it to work at all.”

  Teri grabbed the back of Porsha’s head, planting her lips against Porsha’s thick, pouty lips. Teri knew that was another thing she was going to miss; Porsha’s lips were thick, soft, and she truly knew how to use them.

  Porsha hopped out of the car. She pulled her tight jeans up. They left a gap showing off the curve in her back, which only made her butt look even better. Teri instantly started rethinking her decision to cut her loose, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before cute would become clingy and possessive.

  Besides sex Teri knew she had nothing in common with Porsha, which was the way she liked her women. Even though she didn’t come from wealth like her best friends, Teri worked hard to gain the position that she had as a pharmacist. Although a sweet girl, Porsha lacked depth and intelligence. She couldn’t hold a conversation outside of Stevie J and Joseline and frowned whenever Teri tried to watch anything remotely educational.

  Teri’s friends constantly mocked her choices in women. They didn’t understand why she would waste time on women she knew she could never have anything real with. Teri knew exactly what she was doing. She didn’t want something serious; she preferred her women sexy but stupid. Nothing made her happier than to date a chick who viewed her as their come up. They would put her on a pedestal for the smallest things. A meal at Red Lobster was a luxury. If she dated someone like one of her friends they would curse her out just for considering Red Lobster as a suitable place for fine dining.

  Porsha was a little different than most. Where most of the girls looked at Teri as their come up, a way to get cheddar biscuits and real designer bags, Porsha just wanted to hang out. Being a daughter of a mother who had seven kids, she was very frugal and excellent at playing house. She often made comments about the prices of places they went to eat, saying that money could be saved and she could just cook.

  After one of their sex sessions, she would get up, cook an amazing late-night snack, and make sure Teri’s house was spotless. As much as Teri loved that part, she knew in the end she needed someone with more to offer. Porsha would cater to Teri, but couldn’t do anything to advance herself. Teri often tried to talk to her about enrolling in community college or some night classes. Porsha would say she would think about it, but never did anything.

  Teri knew the time was coming to an end when Porsha asked her where were they going “home” one night after a movie. Whenever a girl started to consider her house as home it was time to get rid of them. She knew it was better to end it than continue to make the girl think she actually had a chance. Teri shook her head; it was going to suck but it had to be done. It was time to find a new body for the other side of her bed.

  Chapter 2

  “That’s fucked up, dude. Three days, she is w
rong as fuck for that,” Teri huffed while she peddled on her bike.

  Katrina joined her two best friends for their bike ride down the Memphis Green line, a new bike path and walking trail that ran through half of the city. Katrina expected that reaction from her loudmouth friend. She looked over at her other friend, Devon, who had on professional bike gear from head to toe. Her ponytail had turned from straight to kinky from the humidity and her sweat.

  “Come on, Teri, you have to see where she is coming from. Katrina isn’t the easiest person to talk to,” Devon replied as they passed two women power walking on the side.

  “What do you mean I’m not easy to talk to?”

  “You know you aren’t. If she would have told you this a month ago you would have tried everything in your might to get her to stay.” Devon held her hand up to let another biker know to pass her.

  “Or she would have just broken up with her to avoid the pain,” Teri added.

  “Whoa, whoa what the hell are you guys trying to say?” Katrina hit the brakes on her bike. The other two friends stopped the moment they realized Katrina was no longer moving. “I resent those statements, bitches.” Katrina folded her arms.

  Her two friends looked at each other confused.

  “We are not talking about some random chick from the past; we are talking about Saura. You know how much I love that girl. When have I ever felt this way about anyone?”

  “Well there was Brandy, and Kim.” Teri counted on her fingers.

  “And don’t forget LaMonique,” Devon joked.

  Katrina threw both of her middle fingers up at her friends. Two guys sped by on their bikes as if they were in a race.

  “I liked them but you guys know that Saura was different. Hell we’ve been together for two, almost three years.” Katrina sighed.

  “Okay, yes, it’s true, Saura is the first real relationship you have had. I can understand why you are upset but knowing you I can understand why she did it. She was probably terrified of hurting you,” Devon said as she jogged in place.

  “I still think it shows a true lack of compassion to wait ’til three days before you are leaving to tell the woman you have been with for two years that you are leaving. Who the hell does that? I mean you guys have a place together, bills and shit,” Teri said as she retied the black silk scarf she had holding her freshly done hair in place. She was the epitome of a soft stud; you would never catch her in a dress, but her short haircut would always be laid to perfection.

  “Well the house is in my name. I pay the bills,” Katrina replied.

  “Yeah, but, Katrina, she talked you into buying the house. You were fine in your condo,” Devon pointed out causing Katrina to shoot her the evil eye. “I’m just saying.” Devon shrugged her shoulders.

  “Well I’m just saying that shit was shady as hell.” Teri patted Katrina on her back.

  “She was scared,” Devon added. “People do things when they are scared that they normally wouldn’t do.”

  Teri rolled her eyes. “Still, it says something about the person. It shows a total lack of regard for you and your feelings. You don’t have time to plan anything. Not to mention she knew how badly you were looking forward to the trip to Europe. Now you are supposed to go by yourself?”

  Teri continued to rant while Katrina thought about her statement. With all that was happening she hadn’t thought about the fact that now she would be in a foreign country by herself. It was her first trip out of the country.

  “She will be fine, Teri. It’s just Europe,” Devon chimed in noticing the worried expression on Katrina’s face.

  “Whatever, bro. Didn’t you watch Taken?”

  Katrina knew her friends were like night and day. She had known Devon since grade school. They went to the same private school for most of their life. Katrina and Devon both came from successful parents, but Devon was a completely trust fund baby. Katrina’s mother was living off the money left to her by Katrina’s father who was a pro football player for years. Her father passed away years ago leaving a small nest egg for them, but nowhere near the money that Devon came from.

  Katrina met Teri while attending college at Rhodes University. Teri put on a hard front, but she was the smartest person Katrina had ever met. She had a full ride to Rhodes and went on to become a pharmacist. Although incredibly intelligent, the world she grew up in was completely different from that of Devon and Katrina. The first time she had ever been on an airplane was when they took an Olivia all-lesbian vacation to Mexico.

  “Katrina, ignore her, you aren’t backpacking across Europe. Hell you aren’t even staying in a hotel that’s less than four stars. All you need to do is book you a couple of tours and use the hop-on, hop-off busses and you will be just fine.”

  “Still, what about her expensive-ass ticket you paid for, and the train tickets and transfers?” Teri protested.

  “She said she would pay me back for that,” Katrina mumbled.

  “How? She doesn’t have a real job.” Teri threw her hands up.

  “Maybe she’ll book a big movie.” Devon smiled.

  “Yeah, okay.” The deadpan expression on Teri’s face made Devon laugh.

  Katrina thought about her trip. She wasn’t a stranger to traveling but there was a big difference in being in a foreign country and not on a cruise ship or resort. Now she was supposed to navigate Europe all alone? “Maybe I should postpone the trip until you can come with me, Dev.”

  “Why?” Devon’s head snapped around to Katrina. “Tree, don’t do that. You have been waiting your whole life to do something like this. Think of all the amazing food you are going to try. If not for anything else, you need this for your restaurant.”

  “Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t like the idea of you going alone, but I really don’t like the idea of you giving up your dreams because Saura is living hers.”

  The three friends looked at each other. Katrina knew they were right. Ever since she found her love of culinary arts she wanted to travel to Europe. Katrina shook her head and started riding her bike again.

  “Look I haven’t decided what to do about Europe yet. I have a few weeks to think about that, however, I have two days to figure out what to do about Saura. Do we try this long distance thing? Or maybe I should consider moving to the West Coast.”

  Both friends quickly began to protest the idea of Katrina leaving Memphis.

  “It would be incredibly selfish of me to try to get her to stay; she would never have the opportunities to act and model if she stays in Memphis,” Katrina said while she looked straight ahead.

  “It would be incredibly stupid to try to move all the way across the country for a chick.” Teri rolled her eyes.

  “Tree, you are opening a restaurant. You have been working on this for over a year. Think of all the money you have put into it. You can’t just up and leave that either,” Devon said as she rode past Katrina.

  “Right! And especially not for a chick,” Teri huffed.

  “She’s not just some chick.” Katrina hated when her friend dismissed her relationship.

  “Tree, you act like y’all been together for ten years and got kids and shit. You said yourself you don’t even share bills.”

  “You are going to be working on it while I’m in Europe, why not run it full time?”

  “’Cause it’s your baby, not mine. I am just helping you out.”

  Katrina and Teri caught up to Devon.

  “Fuck that, you aren’t moving to another coast. Memphis is home,” Teri interjected.

  “Maybe be bicoastal.” Devon glanced at Katrina.

  “Shit, there isn’t anything bi about this girl.” Teri’s joke made them all laugh.

  The three made it back to their cars. They packed their bikes on their bike racks.

  “All I know is that I love her. I don’t want to lose her over something like this. I never thought I would find someone I cared about this much. I can’t lose her now. And if that means making some sacrifices then I guess I’m going
to have to do that.”

  The friends said their good-byes and Katrina headed toward her apartment. She stopped at Saura’s favorite florist and picked up a dozen peach roses, which were her favorite. Time wasn’t on her side, and the battle between being selfish and selfless was driving her crazy. Could she make a long distance relationship work? The idea of sex via Skype didn’t appeal to her. She wanted to feel Saura and taste her whenever she wanted to. She loved the idea of waking up to find her beauty lying next to her.

  Katrina noticed Saura’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Her mind began to race. She wondered how long she would be gone. She could try to set up something special for Saura, maybe order some food from their favorite sushi restaurant. Katrina started thinking of making a nice surprise to show Saura how much she respected and loved her: flowers, candles, sushi, and amazing sex to end the night right.

  Katrina walked in the house. For some reason something felt different. She turned the living room light on. An uneasy feeling came over her. Things just didn’t seem right. She walked through the house and to the back room.

  Katrina froze, dropping the dozen of flowers on the floor next to her.

  The closet was open, and Saura’s things were completely gone. She looked over at the dresser drawer that used to hold Saura’s intimates; it was completely empty too. Sitting on the middle of the bed was a card with her name scribbled in Saura’s handwriting. Katrina’s heart was racing. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the card.

  Katrina,

  I know when you walk in the room you are going to be very upset with me. I know that I deserve it. I couldn’t stay and I don’t expect you to truly understand why. I know that you are thinking that we can make it work long distance. You might even be considering leaving Memphis. I can’t let you do this. I can’t allow you to put your dreams on hold, and I honestly don’t want anything holding me back from the dreams I have. I love you, and I love you enough to completely let you go. I need to do this, and I need to do it alone. Please don’t hate me.